Operation: Let it Ride
I love living in New York because I feel like I could patronize a new, different and interesting coffee shop, restaurant or bar every day forever. Recently, Levi took me and his friend Ryan to this new place near the Williamsburg Bridge called "Pies 'n' Thighs." Hilarious. The place specializes in soul food and has an amazing country feel to it. All the little hipster empoyees wear scarves on their heads and frilly aprons. It's absolutely adorable. We shared fried chicken, mac 'n' cheese, biscuits, hush puppies and sweet tea and it was all incredible. Last week I met Jenny B for lunch at this crazy little Indian place called "Molin" (I think) in the East Village. The place was decorated as though someone went to a party supply store and bought every single thing in there and put it all up. This look kind of results in total overstimulation of the eyes and a collection of lights and streamers hanging so low you have to duck to walk in there, but I loved it in its ridiculousness. Even better than the decoration, however, was the fact that I got soup, nan bread, a chicken curry with rice and mango ice cream for $6. What.
I took the GRE the other day and did really well, thank goodness. It restored some of my faith in the notion that I possess the ability to succeed in academia, despite the fact that I don't really believe standardized tests can accurately measure that.
It looks as though the health care reform bill is being passed (if it didn't already pass while I was on the plane.) This makes me incredibly happy and restores my faith in Americans a tiny bit. I don't know all the details regarding what the bill entails, but I do know that it is a step in the right direction.
The prospect of having children depresses me a lot more than I think it should. I watched a movie on the plane about a couple in their mid-thirties expecting their first child, and it depressed me for the rest of the flight. I don't hate kids. They are cute and interesting. I think I just see having children as part accepting defeat, becoming officially old, and saying goodbye to youth and freedom, and part giving in to societal pressures. Blah. When it comes down to it, I do want to experience the whole parenting thing at some point. I just hope the prospect of doing so stops depressing me so much before I'm too old to get down to it.
I've been taking a daily multi vitamin and have noticed a pretty drastic change in my mood. It takes a lot more to piss me off now than it used to, I feel happier in general, and I'm all crazy in love with Levi. I mean, I was in love with him all along, but never got nearly as giddy as I get around him now. While I'm quite enjoying this mood shift (I didn't realize I could be much happier than I already was) I'm wondering if this means I'm going to miss him more than usual this tour. I guess if that is the case, I deserve it for up and leaving every few months and expecting him to hang around.
This "commute" of mine is becoming ridiculously routine. The evening Aer Lingus flight to Dublin out of JFK gate A2. Chicken with rice or beef and potato stew for dinner. I rotate them but am sick of both. Already watched all the tv shows worth watching on the personal tv console. Occasionally a new movie shows up like last night. Hilarious. My Dublin living quarters have followed suit.I've even stayed in the same bed in the same room at the Harcourt for about the past 5 times or so that I've stayed here. I now consider it my room and will likely be offended if they try to put me elsewhere in the future.
I took the GRE the other day and did really well, thank goodness. It restored some of my faith in the notion that I possess the ability to succeed in academia, despite the fact that I don't really believe standardized tests can accurately measure that.
It looks as though the health care reform bill is being passed (if it didn't already pass while I was on the plane.) This makes me incredibly happy and restores my faith in Americans a tiny bit. I don't know all the details regarding what the bill entails, but I do know that it is a step in the right direction.
The prospect of having children depresses me a lot more than I think it should. I watched a movie on the plane about a couple in their mid-thirties expecting their first child, and it depressed me for the rest of the flight. I don't hate kids. They are cute and interesting. I think I just see having children as part accepting defeat, becoming officially old, and saying goodbye to youth and freedom, and part giving in to societal pressures. Blah. When it comes down to it, I do want to experience the whole parenting thing at some point. I just hope the prospect of doing so stops depressing me so much before I'm too old to get down to it.
I've been taking a daily multi vitamin and have noticed a pretty drastic change in my mood. It takes a lot more to piss me off now than it used to, I feel happier in general, and I'm all crazy in love with Levi. I mean, I was in love with him all along, but never got nearly as giddy as I get around him now. While I'm quite enjoying this mood shift (I didn't realize I could be much happier than I already was) I'm wondering if this means I'm going to miss him more than usual this tour. I guess if that is the case, I deserve it for up and leaving every few months and expecting him to hang around.
This "commute" of mine is becoming ridiculously routine. The evening Aer Lingus flight to Dublin out of JFK gate A2. Chicken with rice or beef and potato stew for dinner. I rotate them but am sick of both. Already watched all the tv shows worth watching on the personal tv console. Occasionally a new movie shows up like last night. Hilarious. My Dublin living quarters have followed suit.I've even stayed in the same bed in the same room at the Harcourt for about the past 5 times or so that I've stayed here. I now consider it my room and will likely be offended if they try to put me elsewhere in the future.